I'm just going to get this out of the way: The question of separating Art and Artist is never going to be answered to anyone's satisfaction. Whether we dismiss the art completely, or grant it begrudging respect, or make just make exceptions for our favorite artists, we can draw lines in the sand all day... Continue Reading →

Today post is written by Josephine B., my younger sister. Enjoy! Hey dudes! Halloween is almost upon us, so here are some spooky games to play! 1. Five Nights at Freddy's In the game you work as a security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The animatronics are allowed to wander at night, so you sit... Continue Reading →

Meet The Amulet, the most travelin' piece of jewelry around. It passes from heir to heir to heir and when it clasps around your neck, you find yourself with an unquenchable thirst to kill. The only catch (though the catch on the necklace is invisible and unbreakable) is once you kill, your turn comes shortly... Continue Reading →

Steampunk Frankenstein! Or to be obnoxious about it, Steampunk Frankenstein's Monster. This Monstrous Thing by Mackenzi Lee reimagines the Frankenstein myth in a steampunk Victorian era, where men and women with clockwork body parts tick through the streets of Europe. These gear-driven people are viewed as less than human by many, distasteful at best, abominations... Continue Reading →

"What is the lycanthrope, in the eye of God?" I don't have much experience with werewolf literature. The unfortunate examples of recent memory extends to the lame The Wolfen by Whitley Streiber and the even lamer portrayal in Stefanie Meyers' Twilight series. Much of recent werewolf material relegates the werewolf to sidekick/nemesis status, markedly inferior to their (usually)... Continue Reading →

Katie Slape likes her hammer. She also knows when your pockets are brimming with cash. She's pretty good at convincing you to part with that cash, and pretty handy with that hammer. Michael McDowell's 1982 novel about a psychic psychopath and her nasty predilection for murder is punchy and brimming with gore. Not for the... Continue Reading →

One of the more incredible aspects of my reading journey is how I'm always finding links between the books I read. Whether I consciously choose my next book based on triggers from a book I just finished, or whether I sometimes stretch a little to make the associations, there's always a thread of continuity from... Continue Reading →

Sitting in a tire shop is not my ideal Sunday morning; I wasn't the only patron to bring a book, and though I surreptitiously tried to suss out what the other ladies were reading without looking like a creeper, I only ended up looking like a creeper. While the tech replaced my tire, I was... Continue Reading →